"Uncle and the Divine Venerable went to the Divine Realm and haven't returned yet." Si Ye took the bowl of medicine, placed it on the table, and pulled a chair over to the bedside. "The Holy Monarch went as well. The Divine Realm, which was in the early stages of recovery, is showing signs of decay again. The few ancient, ten-thousand-year-old trees that bore the Divine Fruits have withered once more."
"Why?"
"The Divine River has dried up."
"The Divine River?"
"Yes. Every city has a moat, and the Divine Realm has the Guardian Divine River. Divine River Water nourishes all living things, so the realm's decline into a desert is inextricably linked to this river running dry."
"Uncle mentioned before that the sign of the Divine Realm's recovery was the discovery of a spring feeding the Divine River. But in the last two years, the river has unexpectedly dried up again." Si Ye shrugged.
